Even a traitor may mend || The chronicles of narnia

He didn't understand

That night Peter headed up to bed, sighing as he climbed the stairs.
Edmund hadn't come out of their room since the argument they'd had earlier, and Peter didn't know if he was still mad or not.
Taking a deep breath he stepped into the room, glancing around to find Edmund sat on the windowsill.
"You alright now?" Peter asked as he shut the door, walking over and standing beside him.
Edmund shrugged. "Suppose." He muttered, before going back to looking out the window.
"Look." Peter sighed. "I'm sorry about earlier, I know you don't really wanna talk about it."
Edmund sighed. "I'm sorry too." He mumbled, much to Peter's surprise, he hadn't actually expected that to happen. "I didn't mean to shout at you, it's just. I don't want anyone to know, Lucy and Mum I mean, and there's not alot any of us can do about it."
Peter nodded slowly. "I understand." He whispered. There was a long while of silence before Peter took a deep breath. "Come on." He said. "Get ready for bed, it's late."
Edmund nodded and jumped down from the windowsill, reaching for his pyjamas before quickly getting changed.
Peter watched him as he climbed into bed, pulling the blanket up to his chin like he usually did.
"Night Ed." Peter mumbled as he switched off the light, leaving only a candle burning on his bedside table so he could read for a while.
"Night." Edmund replied, rolling onto his side before falling silent.

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Peter was awoken that night to someone talking... well, more mumbling, and it sounded like Edmund.
Glancing at the clock he saw that it was 3am, and then glancing at his brother saw him moving restlessly around in his bed.
Groaning quietly Peter forced himself out of bed and walked across the room to his brother, sitting beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Ed?" He whispered, shaking him slightly.
The second he did Edmund's eyes snapped open, a small gasp escaping him.
He stared at Peter for a while, before a small frown made It's way onto his face. "What?" He questioned, slowly sitting up.
"You had a bad dream." Peter told him slowly.
Edmund swallowed hard and nodded a little.
"You wanna talk about it?" Peter asked hesitantly.
Edmund immediately shook his head but sighed. "When do you reckon we'll see Dad again?" He asked, his voice barely even a whisper.
Peter sighed - first clue to what Edmund had been dreaming about. "I don't know Ed." He mumbled. "But it won't be long alright?"
Edmund took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright." He breathed, laying back down.
"Get back to sleep." Peter mumbled, forcing a smile for him.
Edmund nodded a little and rolled back onto his side, his eyes closing.
Peter stood and walked back over to his own bed, climbing under the covers with a sigh.
He lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, no longer feeling tired at all.
After twenty minutes he sighed and rolled onto his side, stopping dead when he heard a quiet sob.
Frowning a little he sat up, peering through the darkness to Edmund's bed, where he could see his brother, curled into a ball and buried beneath the duvet.
Peter sighed when he saw his shoulders shaking slightly, and knew instantly that he was crying, and he had a feeling he knew why. He missed Dad. It was obvious that that was what Edmund has dreamt about, and it was obvious that it had upset him.
Pulling back his blanket Peter climbed back out of bed and walked back across the room, sitting on the edge of Edmund's bed.
Very hesitantly he placed a hand on his brothers shoulder.
Edmund's eyes snapped open and he stared up at Peter, he sobs stopping for a moment.
Peter smiled sadly, seeing his brothers tear stained cheeks, and even still there were tears rolling down them.
"What's up?" Peter whispered, keeping his voice soft.
Edmund swallowed hard before shaking his head. "Nothing." He whispered, voice tight as he turned with his back to Peter.
Peter frowned a little at this. "Ed?" He questioned.
"I'm fine Peter." Edmund mumbled, sniffing. "Go back to sleep."
Peter's frown got deeper, this wasn't like Edmund at all, and he was rather worried.
"Edmund." He tried again.
"Peter go away." Edmund said quickly, a hint of anger in his voice. He waited until he heard Peter sigh and leave before curling back into a ball.
Edmund's eyes squeezed shut as he lay there, trying his hardest to force back the tears that were still rolling down his cheeks.
He couldn't do this, he couldn't do it. He just wanted his Dad, that was all.
The fear that he might never see him again was unbearable, leaving him in tears everytime he thought about it.
It made him slightly annoyed too that Peter kept saying that everything was fine when it wasn't.
Peter said he understood, but Edmund didn't think he did.
He'd always been closer to his Dad than Peter, and even Susan and Lucy, which made it just that little bit harder for him, and he'd had just about enough of Peter saying that everything would be fine.
For all he knew he could never see his Dad again.
The very thought made him let out another sob, but he quickly muffled it against his pillow, the last thing he wanted right now was for Peter to come back over.
After a long while it was clear that he wasn't going to be falling asleep anytime soon, so very slowly Edmund sat up, reaching over and grabbing his book.
Wiping away the tears on his cheeks he lit and candle and settled back against the pillow, all the while trying his hardest not to wake Peter, who was now fast asleep.
With a sigh Edmund began reading, and there he sat until the sun began to rise.

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